sometimes i feel as if i was born in another timeand thrown into this century

I speak slightly different than othersAnd find no interest in the feeble things so many doI dream in black in whiteAnd haven't given up on soaring through the worldI live side by side with painAnd we've become acquaintances A frown is more natural than a smileIt's simply the way I was made to beNow tell me, is that really so bad?